She Weeps
She weeps for us For our pettiness And still, we drink her tears Oblivious, she is crying We turn a deaf ear To the whimpering To the trembling Of our precious earth If only more would realize How much her tears are worth
Tag: Nature Poetry
November’s Way
November’s golden embers Grow dimmer by the day Faded and fallen Never long to stay Never ones to say goodbye Just gone for good one day Though we wish to hold on That is November’s way
Evergreen
The old-growth pines Are slowly letting go Brittle needles fall Orange-tinged below Where pinecones sprout Evergreen The wind’s a mix Of pine and gasoline A chainsaw hums In the distance
Birth
She’s falling faster Day by day I beg the sun, “Please, can’t you stay? You make the day Warm and bright You’re the best defense For the darkest night.” With a slight smile She needed no words I knew her answer I knew she’d heard As I watched her fall Behind the earth I knew… Read More Birth
Acorns
There’s a new threat This time of year From high in the treetops They suddenly appear A danger to our heads A scare to our feet A tasty treat Hungry squirrels eat Acorns invade Our quiet country streets
Fall In New England
Cornfield mazes Bushels of apples Crisp Fall nights White wooden chapels Aged cheddar cheese Flannel shirts Grazing cows Roads made of dirt Freshly brewed coffee Stargazing at night Pumpkin patches Leaves turn bright Days grow shorter Geese take flight
Technicolor
I watched the leaves Fall like rain A sprinkle A shower They spattered The ground Before pooling In technicolor Puddles A bowl of promises Yet to come
Sunday Morning
The butterflies admire The flowers as they sway The chipmunks continue To run about and play The bees give thanks For the promise of golden honey From the clovers that grow To feed the hungry bunnies The birds flock together To sing a song of praise The squirrels bow their heads In the trees… Read More Sunday Morning
Geese
Geese flew over Aligned in a V Rhythmically flapping Not one noticed me Staring up Mesmerized by the sight Knowing change came Each year they took flight As I paused To marvel at the geese They flew, one-by-one To the pond beneath Surrounded by leaves Golden with age They bathed in the glory Of… Read More Geese
Dirty Secret
The dirt has a secret A dirty secret to tell Ever since the leaves On the dirty secret fell To protect the secret Where it now slept Hiding in dirt Under a sky that wept Down on the secret It covered leaves with ice Until that spring day The weather turned nice Forcing the dirty… Read More Dirty Secret
